Tangled Up In Him (Complete)

Chapter Thirteen: The Front

Marcie's POV:

        I was laying in Alec's bed when all of a sudden I heard this loud cracking sound coming from the corner of his room by the door.  I looked over to see a gaping hole in Alec's wall and Alec on the floor.

"Fuck!" he screamed loud as I rushed over to him.  I was so confused as to what just happened.  I mean obviously Alec punched the wall, but why?

"Alec, are you ok?"  I asked franticly peering over his shoulder and hugging him softly trying to comfort him.  He nudged me off and sat against the wall.  I could see that there was immense pain in his face.  His hand was, without a doubt, broken.  The skin over his knuckles had popped open from the impact and was now trickling blood down his fingertips onto the hardwood floor. Within seconds there was a small, deep red puddle of blood in between his legs.

"Alec, I should take you to the hospital."  I suggested but I don't think he was listening to a word I was saying.  "Alec?"  I called out to him and placed my hand on his knee.  He was staring intensly at the ceiling, blinking erractically as if it would stop the pain.  "Alec, talk to me please!  Why did you do that?"  I begged for an answer.  No response.

        He began to slump over slightly and I watched as his eyes were starting to close.  I didn't know what to do.  I couldn't take him to the hospital.  I didn't even know where we were.  Besides, he told me if I ever tried to leave the house there would be reprocussions.  "Alec stay awake please!"  I cried out to him.  I grabbed his face in my hands and called his name over and over.  He opened his eyes but he was looking at nothing, just staring off into nothingness.  I was scared.  I didn't know what to do. 

        I ran to the bathroom and rumaged through the cabinets looking for something to wrap his hand with.  All I found were little gauze pads and an Ace bandage; it will have to do.  When I returned, Alec still had his eyes slightly open and he was moaning quietly.  I felt so bad for him; I almost wanted to cry.  I ripped open the gauze pads with my teeth and gently placed them on Alec's knuckles, wrapping it ever so carefully with the bandage.  Once I was done I looked back at Alec who was now out cold, his body limp.  I managed to squeeze myself between him and the wall and wrap my arms around his chest from under his arms.  His head swung and bobbed around as I drug him across the floor over to his bed.  I struggled pulling his dead weight onto the bed.  It took me a few minutes but I finally got his torso up, and swung his legs over the side.  Once I got his body positioned normally I was huffing and puffing.  He must be at least two hundred pounds of muscle.  I sat next to him and watched him like a hawk.

        I watched his eyes slowly flutter open after about twenty minutes.  He looked around slightly dazed as I watched the pain flood back into his face.  Luckly for him I had found some pain medication and it was readily awaiting him on the nightstand.  I reached over him and grabbed the pills and a tall glass of water and instructed him to take it.  He did.

        I rubbed Alecs hair softly and comfortingly.  He just closed his eyes and furrowed his brows; I couldn't stand to see him in pain.  "Alec, are you ok?"  I asked softly.

"Yes." he said, his eyes still shut.  

        I pulled his face to mine and he finally opened his eyes to look at me.  They were dark.  But when the sunlight caught them they would shine a burnt caramel color; his eyes were the most beautiful thing i've ever seen.  His long eye lashes curled up and kissed his eyelids as he looked up at me.

"Alec. . What happened?"  I finally broke the silence.

"I punched a stud in the wall." he explained like it was nothing.

"You know what I mean.  Why did you do it?"

He was looking away from me now.  "I was mad." 

"At what, Alec?"

"Myself."  he said quietly.  Almost so quietly I couldn't hear him.

        I sat back in the bed and looked at him confused.  Why was he mad at himself?  I watched as he rolled over and looked at me.  I looked at him back with my knees to my stomach.  We just sat there, looking, staring at each other.  His stare was so blank.  So hidden, I couldn't figure out what he was thinking or feeling, nothing.  Just blank.

        After a long silence he finally took a deep breath and let out a sigh.  He sat up in bed and positioned himself so I was in between his legs.  Taking a piece of my hair and putting it behind my ear he finally spoke.

"I'm sorry Marcie Brooks."  he said as he looked in my eyes.  His gestures and his voice seemed sincere but his eyes told me otherwise.  They were just flat.  No emotion.

"For what?  You didn't do anyth-" before I could finish he put his finger on my lips, which kind of annoyed me.  Here I was in the middle of no where with a boy who I barely knew.  He broke his hand and left me to take care of the whole thing and wont even tell me why it happened in the first place.

"Just let me talk, Marcie."  he said sternly bringing me back to reality.  "Im sorry for what I've done."  I looked at him confused.  He's going to have to explain more than this.  

"I took you away. ." he trailed off to somewhere beyond me.  He was looking down at the covers as if they suddenly became very interesting.  ". . from everything.  Your home, your life.  I just snatched you away." he looked up at me again.  I could tell he was uncomfortable.  He was forcing himself to look at me.  I had almost forgot Alec kidnapped me.  Ever since he brought me out of the dungeon the whole situation didn't seem so harsh.  It was almost like a big sleepover.

"I was selfish Marcie.  I just wanted you for myself.  I wanted you so bad and you just shrugged me off like I was nothing."  Alec began rambbling on but all I could focus on was his eyes.  Alec was letting me in.  I could see it in his eyes, he was finally coming out.

"You aren't nothing Alec." I blurted out of no where.  "I do want you."

"No, no you don't.  You only want me because you have to."  he explained.  I didn't know what to say.  He was right.  I did only want him because I had to.  He made it very clear to me from the beginning that I wasn't going anywhere.  But there is just something about him.  He's good I can see it in his eyes.  I used to think he was evil, but that was just his front.  It's all beginning to clear up now.